The rawness and ache in her jaw and throat were, in the immediate aftermath, exceeded only by the distention in her stomach, and she was nauseous for ... long while afterward. Yet she departed eager to do it again, and hoped that one day they’d take turns plundering her ass.But it wasn’t to be. After an unusually long restorative period Khamûl came to her by himself, and for the first time in her experience he wasn’t naked. Instead, he wore a flowing black robe elaborately woven with dark red. And we knew we wanted to be there for John, Becky, and our grandchild, both to support them and see as much of them as we could. That much we knew – but the big decision on L.A. alone or Miami and L.A. together was just too hard for us to take right now. That much we could agree on.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~As I watched my love-struck wife and her black man-mountain paramour canoodling like puppy-loving teenagers their behavior seemed all the more painful to me when I. It was a warm winter day and I felt downright cozy resting on the plush seating, despite the new gowns tightness around my breasts and the cinching of my waist. My eyes grew heavy and blinking became an effort that I gave up. My dark lashes rested on my cheeks, cheeks pure white and guarded from the sun as though the most prized asset of the world. I had reached my fifthteenth year only last week and felt my mother was more dramatic than life called for. I knew the value of my completion and it. I didn't say anything, I just stood there looking at her while she stared down at the floor. Finally she said, "I didn't, honest, I didn't."I didn't think that she had, but then I said, "But you wanted to, didn't you?"She didn't say anything. "Didn't you?" I pressed.She sighed and almost inaudibly said, "Yes, yes I did." I don't know why, but the thought of Meredith looking at and even touching Mike's cock had me fired up. "Did you think about fucking him?"Her head came up, "No! You know that I.